Immortal Sins

"Maitland! What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Maitland looked up, his mouth covered with blood as he crouched over Ana’s body like a lion guarding its kill. His eyes blazed red as he glared at the vampire who had sired him.

Ramon swore a vile oath as he glanced from Maitland to Ana Luisa. Her face was fish-belly white. She didn’t seem to be breathing. He swore again as a vagrant breeze carried the scent of her blood to his nostrils.

Ramon glared at Maitland. He had only minutes to get to Ana and close the wound before she bled out. Although vampires were virtually immortal, the bite of another vampire intent on destruction could sometimes be fatal.

"Dammit, Maitland," he hissed. "Back off!"

Fangs bared, Maitland rose to his full height, a challenge in his eyes.

"So," Ramon said. "That’s how you want it."

"It’s been coming for a long time," Maitland said. "I intend to end it now, tonight." A low growl rumbled in his throat as he sprang forward.

At the last moment, Ramon darted to the side. Pivoting on his heel, he grabbed a handful of Maitland’s hair and gave a hard yank. Maitland stumbled backward, his arms flailing. Ramon threw him to the ground and in one vicious movement ripped the other vampire’s heart from his chest.

Maitland kicked once and lay still, like a balloon gone flat.

Ignoring his fallen fledgling, Ramon hurried to Ana Luisa’s side. Lifting her into his arms, he ran his tongue over the wound in her throat, his saliva quickly sealing it. Next, he tore a gash in his wrist, then held the bleeding wound to her lips.

"Drink, Ana," he pleaded urgently. "You must drink."

For a moment, he thought she was beyond saving, but then, with a low moan, she licked a drop of his blood from her lips. A shudder wracked her body, and then, grasping his forearm, she took what she needed.

"That’s it, chica," Ramon murmured. "Take what you need." And so saying, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the ecstasy of nourishing the woman he loved.

Chapter 28

Kari stared at her computer wondering how it was possible for time to pass so slowly. It had been two weeks since she had last seen Rourke, but it seemed as if months had gone by.

In an effort to put him out of her mind, she had started taking her work home with her at night so she would have something to keep herself busy while he was gone, and when that didn’t help, she called some old friends that she hadn’t seen in a while. The day before yesterday, she had gone out to lunch with Cindy Lewis, and last night, she had gone to the movies with Cindy and her twin sister, Sandy. She had called her mom for a long chat, and phoned her best friend, Tricia, at least three times a day.

Nothing she did really helped, because, sooner or later, she was alone and missing him again, as she was now. Going into the living room, she sank down onto the sofa, then picked up her cell phone and called Tricia.

After the usual pleasantries, Tricia said, "All right, hon, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Kari replied with forced cheerfulness. "What makes you think there’s anything wrong?"

"Number one, it’s Saturday afternoon. Number two, I just saw you at lunch an hour ago. Number three, this is like the sixth or seventh time you’ve called me since last night. You haven’t called me this many times since you broke up with Ben. What happened? Did you have a fight with Mr. Tall, Blond, and Dreamy?"

"No, we didn’t have a fight." Kari sat back on the sofa, idly running her fingertips along the edge of one of the throw pillows.

"Did you break up?"

"There was nothing to break, Trish," she said quietly. Nothing except my heart.

"Uh-huh. So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are you going to keep me guessing?"

"Nothing happened. I…he…I just haven’t seen him for a while."

"And you miss him." It wasn’t a question.

"Yes. But it’s probably just as well that he’s gone."

"Why? Honestly, Kari, you should hang on to that one."

"If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh, or tell me I’m crazy?"

"Well, sure, that’s what friends are for."

"He’s a vampire."

"I knew you shouldn’t have got to Romania!"

"Trish, listen to me. I’m serious about this."

"Serious, yeah, right," Trish said, snickering. "Come on, Kari. A vampire?"

"Please, just listen." Kari took a deep breath, striving for calm. "I know you can’t remember, but I bought a painting a while back by an artist named Vilnius…"

"You’ve got a Vilnius!" Tricia exclaimed. "Good grief, girlfriend, did you win the lottery or something? Where is it? Why didn’t you tell me? When can I see it?"

"You’ve already seen it, and I don’t have it anymore–"

"Don’t tell me you sold it before you even showed it to me!"

"Trish, please, just listen. I bought a Vilnius. It was called Man Walking in the Moonlight."

"Yes, I’ve heard of that one," Tricia said, and Kari heard the frown in her voice.

"Yes, you told me about it when I first brought it home. Can’t you remember? You told me all about Vilnius, and how he painted only a handful of canvases, and how everybody thought the one I bought was one that had been lost–"

"Yes, that’s right. Three of them were lost or destroyed. One of them, The Wizard’s Daughter, is somewhere in Romania. Everyone assumed Man Walking in the Moonlight had been lost, as well."

"It wasn’t lost. Rourke was trapped in it. When he got out, he destroyed it, I guess. Anyway, it’s gone now. The Wizard’s Daughter has been destroyed, too."

"Another vampire?"

"No. Long story short, Vilnius caught Rourke in bed with his daughter. Naturally, Vilnius, who is also a wizard, was upset. He trapped his daughter in one painting and Rourke in another–"

"Kari, really, no one would believe any of this."

"I know that. But it’s the truth. You saw the Man in the Painting at my house. And you saw Rourke after he escaped from the painting, but he made you forget everything."

There was a long pause, then, "How did he get out of the painting?"

"I said I wished he was with me, and the next thing I knew, the painting fell off the wall, the glass cracked, and he was standing there, as big as life."

"Honestly, Kari, with an imagination like that, you should write science fiction."

"This is so frustrating! I wish you could remember!"

"There’s nothing to remember…."